Creepin', creepin' and a-movin' Is whatcha, is whatcha, whatcha doin' Stalking without a sound Into the brilliance of the night that is around Whoa Whoa A little brown mouse in disguise Into the dense, cool fog setting on the ground Biting into the wires Of my brain, which is disrupting my hardwire Whoa Whoa Oh, my heart, my heart, it really beats Oh, it's beatin', oh, it's beatin', oh, it's beatin' When you are around Pounding within my ears Oh, the drumming song is forever here Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa